1450 12 9
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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145096
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"It was one kiss. No tongue. What does that even mean?" Lindley tried to see Leah as any other patient, "What do you want it to mean?" "I don't know," Leah whined, tears welling, "something, maybe. You know I hate surprises." Her sister was not another…
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145010
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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145000
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The first apartment Troy and Lynn lived in was managed by an alcoholic former army officer, who lived in the complex with his wife and teenage daughter. He was a lush who didn't do much in the way of management. Lynn had barely noticed him before Troy moved in with her.…
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145032
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“Guys, who would you rather live with.... Mom... or Dad.”
His younger siblings giggled in shock, not that they hadn’t thought about it... apparently.
"You know I'm right here..." I joked, waving at them.
“I’d rather live with mom.” the question-a
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145051
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A dead deer on the side of the road and the older boys not listening to her as they stab its eye with a stick.
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145077
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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145076
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For decades the land the village sat on had switched its allegiance between two countries.
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145000
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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145087
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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145011
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I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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145042
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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145064
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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145012
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His wings, like tiny shoots, grew a season in an instant. The pain was gone now. He rose up as effortlessly as centaurs run, as angels fly. "I will sing your name as my brother among my brothers," the Seraph promised. Kladius watched the beasts below
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1450810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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144996
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They make you work
For your pizza in Italy
You have to slice it yourself
While wearing a gas mask
To ward off the cigarette smoke
From every neighboring table
While chasing away the
Mosquitos and the pigeons
The flies and the gypsy r
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144921
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Despite the newly bright bricks and the working clock, Cassie couldn't help but take a deep breath before entering King Street Station. She had always tried to hold her breath when her family cut through it on the way to Mariners games but had never succeeded, not…
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144955
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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144920
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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1449158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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144930
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144985
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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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144973
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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14491711
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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144987
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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144930
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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144993
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Remembering his body makes me think of Egyptian cotton sheets dried in the sun. He smelled crisp and clean even after sweating hard. His hair fell in golden spirals down his cheeks, his back, over his forehead, and captured light just like the gilded halos on…
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144965
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He doesn't call, not even on her birthday. She doesn't mention it or complain. She knows she doesn't have it as bad as some, even in this privileged Triangle of North Carolina. She is white and pretty and belongs to what's left of the middle…
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144944
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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1449159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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